The story of the name, Sulaika. Goddess guide me so that I am.
It's the funniest, sweetest, wackiest story of my life.
The above is the most profound photo of all in my entire life. The details of it, well - you can't make this stuff up.
"...When I was 30 years old, I met Peter who was 54. Within a very short time he began to call me, Sulaika. I asked who this was. He said he didn't know, but emphatically, he would look into me and say, "...but that is who you are."
Fast forward to Valentines Day 1990: the day we found out he was dying of leukemia. We decided, that night, that we would marry each other. As my wedding gift to Peter I legally changed my name to Sulaika, not knowing who she was, or where the name came from.
When we moved into our first house together in Gibsons Landing, he unpacked everything he had ever owned. He came across a book. Elated, he said, "I've found Sulaika." It was poem written by Johanne Goethe about a man and a woman. And the woman's name....? Was Sulaika. It was the story of a woman who must give up the man she loves because he is dying...."
Some years later, I discovered that in Sanskrit, Sulaika means, 'beautiful writer.'